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Show ALASKA -14 "My cousin frostbites. I don't. It's January, you know." "I know." "He wouldn't need you," Jo said, "except that he lost Tommy to law school." "No, not there." the cousin yelled. "You'll get hit by the boom. Sit in the bow, down there." She lowered herself into the ribs of the boat and lay in the center, shoulders curled inward, collapsed against herself, unable to move. Five layers-wool underwear up through yellow rubber heavy weather gear, hair tucked into a watchman's cap-not enough, and there was nothing to cover her face. Pieces of ice floated around the boat. This is Long Island Sound, she reminded herself. Salt water can't freeze, can it? But then there had been those movies of Admiral Byrd thrusting ice breakers through the Antarctic Ocean. So. "To the lee! The lee!" He was hoisting the sail as he shouted, an unfurling of slapping white. Lee? She shrugged and with great effort moved to the side of the boat that was higher out of the water than the other. But no, he shook his head and frowned. When she heaved herself over to the other side, the boat tilted alarmingly, but it did begin to move freely, the sail taut, curving, a perfect arching triangle. She felt wheeled about like a baby in a pram. Other dinghies wafted around them, each with a skipper and crew of one, everyone waving fat yellow arms, grinning. Yes, yes, here we are, doing it again, by gum. They called out, "strong wind coming up soon, hear tell. Cold |